[ Sharon takes a split second to look for her own blade, only a few feet away, before those bright blue eyes are back on him, whole body stiff. ]
A man with a death wish, I think. [ She lifts up her palm, a wicked flicker of fire forming in it. Her heart is beating too quickly, a drumming against her skull that makes her feel woozy. If she can burn him, even a little, and grab her knife, she can take care of him without having to use her abilities, already proven to be unstable, the fire in her hand dancing and twisting like a blaze out of control.
It seems to move with her heartbeat. ] Don't fucking move, asshole, or Hope will have to bring your melted shell back. [ She's lying. She's afraid she's too panicked to handle this with any grace and it's times like this shes wishes her and Alessa melded together more stably. ]
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A man with a death wish, I think. [ She lifts up her palm, a wicked flicker of fire forming in it. Her heart is beating too quickly, a drumming against her skull that makes her feel woozy. If she can burn him, even a little, and grab her knife, she can take care of him without having to use her abilities, already proven to be unstable, the fire in her hand dancing and twisting like a blaze out of control.
It seems to move with her heartbeat. ] Don't fucking move, asshole, or Hope will have to bring your melted shell back. [ She's lying. She's afraid she's too panicked to handle this with any grace and it's times like this shes wishes her and Alessa melded together more stably. ]